Chapter 164: Festival Bells

Selene’s POV

The digital library was ready. Everything I wanted was in it, exactly as I had requested.

That wolf was tech-inclined after all. The essence of the project had been fulfilled, and that much was settled. We archived it and waited for the festival to arrive so we could launch it for all of Morvaine to access.

Festival bells were already ringing.

The entire territory was being decorated. Joy and happiness everywhere ... male wolves walking with their female wolves, their girlfriends, because they knew that in a few days’ time they would have the opportunity to mate.

While some would be betrayed. And they would cry.

It was like that every time. People had to cry. They had to shed tears, because there was no hiding anymore. Everyone revealed who they really were and what they stood for. After the mating festival, those who wanted a proper wedding ceremony would have one, and those who had sinned would run away with whoever they had been cheating with.

"So what special thing are we planning to do as the host territory for this festival?" I asked my husband.

He said they planned to run it differently than it had ever been run before. A change in power dynamics, the elevation of certain people, and the introduction of new systems and modes of operation.

"We’re going to set up spaces ... cribs, little cubicles ... where people will feel more comfortable to mate," he said to me.

I looked at him and thought about our relationship. We hadn’t had the luxury of getting to know each other. We had only just gotten married by force.

"Have you ever participated in the mating festival?" I asked him.

He looked at me. "All my life I had always been power-hungry. I had been going from one place to another seeking power and glory. I never had time to mate with anybody," he said.

I wanted to believe him, but it sounded and looked so impossible to be true. I couldn’t imagine him being a virgin. That he had never fucked before me.

I stared at him, and something about it made me pity him.

I drew closer to him then. "You know what happens to people who lie?" I asked.

"A lot of things," he said. "But not to me."

"Yes, because you’re the king." I smiled. "I’m the only one who can punish you." I placed two fingers on his lips.

"You can’t tell me you had virgin lips before me." I grabbed his dick through his pants. "That you had a virgin dick before me."

He didn’t move. He was just patient with me.

I kissed him softly on the lips, the both of us exchanging breath. We kissed slowly, and his mouth felt so good. I think I could believe him. His lips looked and tasted like they had never been touched before.

But I was about to teach him. I was about to kiss the hell out of his mouth.

We graduated to the tongue. We began rolling them over each other slowly, learning each other. He grabbed my ass and pressed it against his dick.

Ahh. It felt so good.

William was willing to learn, and I was ready to fucking teach him.

We untangled our tongues from each other, spit drawing between our mouths. It was then I realized I was already aroused ... my nipples had stiffened, my body aching to be touched, to be fucked already.

But no. Not today.

"Meet me at the mating festival," I told him, caressing his hair slowly. Then I left him standing there and went to attend to my business.

I knew he would be looking forward to it. I had already promised him, and I couldn’t back out now. I was his only chance at experiencing the mating festival, and I was going to give it to him.

As for me ... I hadn’t experienced it happily either. I had been betrayed at my own, but now I got to do it with my husband.

I didn’t think I could concentrate on work. What the hell was wrong with me? I was the boss. I could take the day off. But there was so much to be done, and yet all I kept thinking about was kissing and dry fucking.

I decided to bore myself with work instead ... even the kind that didn’t directly concern me.

Demand for my product had been increasing, so production had increased with it. Those seeking it were even coming from outside Morvaine. It had become a pan-continental product over time, and people were literally flooding us with good feedback.

I smiled every time I saw a new review, because it was always good.

Everyone who had worked under me to see that project go far and wide had grown rich alongside me. I was not stingy with funds to the point of starving my workers and labourers of their due. And that meant something.

It had been such an interesting experience working with them. Interactive, too.

By the end of the day, entries had started coming in.

People from different parts and territories of Morvaine had begun arriving for the mating festival. Some came in planes. Some came in cars. Everyone arrived packed up ... including the children of the rich, fresh out of their academies, traveling with friends for the festival as well.

It was already promising to be an incredible event. A new location meant everyone wanted to experience the place for the first time. That curiosity alone would drive them here.

The hotels where they would be lodging had been prepared and waiting. I couldn’t think of a single person who wouldn’t show up.

The entire place smelled like petals. The whole territory had been lit up and everything looked new and fresh. A new territory. A new space. A new experience.

As soon as people began to land, I started observing the rehearsals from where I stood watching at the pinnacle of it all ... my room.

Rehearsals for dancing, acting, car racing and all manner of activities filled the grounds below.

The place was quiet and serene. Peaceful. There was a tranquility in the air, and I could feel it settling into people’s hearts too. I could feel it in my own. I wanted it to stay that way.

Though some people had a way of changing my mood just by showing their faces. I wished they wouldn’t come.

But I couldn’t stop them.